He said insidious, she said invidious, but couldn’t explain it
Now she says it means ‘you’ve got something hidden’
What is in that woodshed, what is going on
Friday 19 December 2014
Thursday 18 December 2014
lightness (the nine days of christmas day two)
out in the garden, to see grass, to see pebbles
to see the breeze wave through the apple tree
in the sunlight, on the day of the train’s arrival
after the beauty of late morning arising in love
poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person
Have A Good Holiday
The Jarvey
He put his arm around you, for the photograph, he stopped the trap to show off the mountains echo
He told of going away, across the seas, also of returning, with his German wife, to raise their Irish family
He projected of having to repeat the adventure, to pay for his children’s further education
His true, and moving story, of the lady gardener, who wrapped her plants in wool
Was contrasted well with the fable of the ingenious thief’s apprentice
He answered all we asked, with the swiftest of thought and word
He loved his Arabian horses, he loved them by being gentle
Caring and gentle, gentle, but firm, as also with his daughters
Wednesday 17 December 2014
without searching (the nine days of christmas day one)
i have no desire to know how things got here
neither do I seek out intellectual arguments
i do hope to be able to become so close that
i form temporary or permanent attachments
todays blue skies, friendships again reunited
tonight’s theatrical performance, with scripts
by the lady who wrote Dinner Ladies, based on
voltaire’s book Candide; it is for the best; it is
Leaving You Behind
Shallow waters, heavyweight grasses
The first signs of singular stratification
Small boats, outlandish plans, time
To stand in line for disembarkation
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